Poems by Omar Khayyam
[1] AWAKE! for Morning in the Bowl of Night | |
[2] Dreaming when Dawn's Left Hand was in the Sky | |
[3] And, as the Cock crew, those who stood before | |
[4] Now the New Year reviving old Desires | |
[5] Iram indeed is gone with all its Rose | |
[6] And David's Lips are lock't; but in divine | |
[7] Come, fill the Cup, and in the Fire of Spring | |
[8] And look -- a thousand Blossoms with the Day | |
[9] But come with old Khayyam, and leave the Lot | |
[10] With me along the strip of Herbage strown | |
[11] Here with a Loaf of Bread beneath the Bough | |
[12] "How sweet is mortal Sovranty!" -- think some: | |
[13] Look to the Rose that blows about us -- "Lo | |
[14] The Worldly Hope men set their Hearts upon | |
[15] And those who husbanded the Golden Grain | |
[16] Think, in this batter'd Caravanserai | |
[17] They say the Lion and the Lizard keep | |
[18] I sometimes think that never blows so red | |
[19] And this delightful Herb whose tender Green | |
[20] Ah, my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears | |
[21] Lo! some we loved, the loveliest and best | |
[22] And we, that now make merry in the Room | |
[23] Ah, make the most of what we may yet spend | |
[24] Alike for those who for To-day prepare | |
[25] Why, all the Saints and Sages who discuss'd | |
[26] Oh, come with old Khayyam, and leave the Wise | |
[27] Myself when young did eagerly frequent | |
[28] With them the Seed of Wisdom did I sow | |
[29] Into this Universe, and Why not knowing | |
[30] What, without asking, hither hurried whence? | |
[31] Up from Earth's Centre through the Seventh Gate | |
[32] There was a Door to which I found no Key: | |
[33] Then to the rolling Heav'n itself I cried | |
[34] Then to this earthen Bowl did I adjourn | |
[35] I think the Vessel, that with fugitive | |
[36] For in the Market-place, one Dusk of Day | |
[37] Ah, fill the Cup: -- what boots it to repeat | |
[38] One Moment in Annihilation's Waste | |
[39] How long, how long, in infinite Pursuit | |
[40] You know, my Friends, how long since in my House | |
[41 - later edition] Perplext no more with Human or Divine Perplext no more with Human or Divine | |
[41] For "Is" and "Is-not" though with Rule and Line | |
[42 - later edition] Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit Waste not your Hour, nor in the vain pursuit | |
[42] And lately, by the Tavern Door agape | |
[43] The Grape that can with Logic absolute | |
[44] The mighty Mahmud, the victorious Lord | |
[45] But leave the Wise to wrangle, and with me | |
[46 - later edition] Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare Why, be this Juice the growth of God, who dare | |
[46] For in and out, above, about, below | |
[47] And if the Wine you drink, the Lip you press | |
[48] While the Rose blows along the River Brink | |
[49] 'Tis all a Chequer-board of Nights and Days | |
[50] The Ball no Question makes of Ayes and Noes | |
[51 - later edition] Why, if the Soul can fling the Dust aside | |
[51] The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ | |
[52 - later edition] But that is but a Tent wherein may rest | |
[52] And that inverted Bowl we call The Sky | |
[53 - later edition] I sent my Soul through the Invisible | |
[53] With Earth's first Clay They did the Last Man knead | |
[54] I tell Thee this -- When, starting from the Goal | |
[55] The Vine has struck a fiber: which about | |
[56] And this I know: whether the one True Light | |
[57] Oh Thou, who didst with Pitfall and with gin | |
[58] Oh, Thou, who Man of baser Earth didst make | |
[59] Listen again | |
[60] And, strange to tell, among that Earthen Lot | |
[61] Then said another -- "Surely not in vain | |
[62] Another said -- "Why, ne'er a peevish Boy | |
[63] None answer'd this; but after Silence spake | |
[64] Said one -- "Folks of a surly Tapster tell | |
[65] Then said another with a long-drawn Sigh | |
[66] So while the Vessels one by one were speaking | |
[67] Ah, with the Grape my fading Life provide | |
[68] That ev'n my buried Ashes such a Snare | |
[69] Indeed the Idols I have loved so long | |
[70] Indeed, indeed, Repentance oft before | |
[71] And much as Wine has play'd the Infidel | |
[72] Alas, that Spring should vanish with the Rose! | |
[73] Ah Love! could thou and I with Fate conspire | |
[74] Ah, Moon of my Delight who know'st no wane | |
[75] And when Thyself with shining Foot shall pass |
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